1. GHOSTS (A Bouchard, K Vargas)JFK wants passion and a flame that'll never ceaseJanis is just looking for some sweet release.We’re all restless wanderers until we sleepIn the arms of love profound and ocean deep

Anne Boleyn searches for her pearly “B”And Henry the king he’ll never be.Marilyn wonders why she sleeps aloneJames Dean sulks in heaven like he did at home

Metaphysical incantationSelf-creation with no pastAlchemy of baser matterForgetfulness of what I wasWe are born for pain like thisIt makes a human know his fleshBehind the self who once loved youI am an altogether different man

I hide behind the mask I madeAnd lose myself in your searing stareAre we ever as we appearWhen looking through a lover’s mirror?

Take your tears and numb my fleshTo the pain of re-emergingWhere once I was filled with wantingNow I crave freedom from yearning

My reflection on the surfaceOf this distorted lover’s mirrorTraces the lines of my trembling scalpelAs I discard the skin your arms embraced